poetry

  • “My God, isn’t it beautiful,” Jim said. I realized that this judgment was meant to be final, as if because he deemed it beautiful, it was inherently, inarguably beautiful. It…

    JIM IN SPAIN

    Posted on January 21, 2012 | No Comments
    “My God, isn’t it beautiful,” Jim said. I realized that this judgment was meant to be final, as if because he deemed it beautiful, it was inherently, inarguably beautiful. It…

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  • Jim got into the 1966 black Chevrolet and asked where were going before he even got finished closing the door. “You’ll find out,” I smirked. The truth is I only…

    JIM VIOLATES HIS PAROLE

    Posted on January 21, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim got into the 1966 black Chevrolet and asked where were going before he even got finished closing the door. “You’ll find out,” I smirked. The truth is I only…

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  • Jim was driving a black 1949 Chevrolet sedan. As I got in, I checked the back seat to see if my guitar was safely there. The previous night, playing for…

    JIM OUT WEST

    Posted on January 19, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim was driving a black 1949 Chevrolet sedan. As I got in, I checked the back seat to see if my guitar was safely there. The previous night, playing for…

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  • Jim sat on his stoop. The gun that he bought from the Puerto Rican was in his pants. Man is it hot. The tar in the street was sticky and…

    JIM IN BALTIMORE

    Posted on January 19, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim sat on his stoop. The gun that he bought from the Puerto Rican was in his pants. Man is it hot. The tar in the street was sticky and…

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    I SHOULD’VE SAID “POLONIUS,” NOT LAERTES

    Posted on January 17, 2012 | No Comments
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  • When he was young, Jim received some advice from his father. “When you judge yourself better than the next man,” his father intoned, “just remember that he might not’ve had…

    JIM LISTENS TO “BLONDE ON BLONDE”

    Posted on January 17, 2012 | No Comments
    When he was young, Jim received some advice from his father. “When you judge yourself better than the next man,” his father intoned, “just remember that he might not’ve had…

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  • Jim never found out how she could do that thing, cos he moved away from that town, and where he moved it smelled bad. Xenia, Ohio. I mean the air…

    JIM AND VIETNAM

    Posted on January 16, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim never found out how she could do that thing, cos he moved away from that town, and where he moved it smelled bad. Xenia, Ohio. I mean the air…

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  • Jim awoke. The sky was the color of uncooked oatmeal, rocky and barren. He ran his tongue against the palette…..the same sour-sweet taste. It reminded him of that night many,…

    JIM AND HUBERT SELBY, JR.

    Posted on January 16, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim awoke. The sky was the color of uncooked oatmeal, rocky and barren. He ran his tongue against the palette…..the same sour-sweet taste. It reminded him of that night many,…

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  • JIM IN PARIS Jim stood on the balcony, his chiseled features chiseled into his chiseled face as if by a chisel. He didn’t have the chisel with him, as it…

    JIM MOVES TO PARIS AND THEN BACK HOME TO INDIANA

    Posted on January 15, 2012 | No Comments
    JIM IN PARIS Jim stood on the balcony, his chiseled features chiseled into his chiseled face as if by a chisel. He didn’t have the chisel with him, as it…

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  • Jim knows better. Through it all, even through the delusional symmetry of his sentimentality, he remains appalled – appalled by his alienation from what he is constantly reminded by, as…

    JIM’S INARTICULATENESS

    Posted on January 12, 2012 | No Comments
    Jim knows better. Through it all, even through the delusional symmetry of his sentimentality, he remains appalled – appalled by his alienation from what he is constantly reminded by, as…

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